Phantom Thief Kidd in the Comic World

"What did you say?"

Harley's face was full of surprise but disbelief.

"Has Mr.J really escaped?"

"But why didn't he come to me... No, how do I know if you are lying to me?"

The surprised expression on Harley's face disappeared in an instant, and was replaced by a scrutinizing face.

"You haven't been imprisoned in Arkham, so how do you know what happened in the asylum? Cobot."

She is the kind of person who can suddenly change her temperament anytime and anywhere.

"We don't have to lie to you about this."

At this time, Deadshot stood up to testify. He was also the only trustworthy guy among the people present.

Although Freud is an executioner, he will kill anyone as long as you can afford the money. It is possible that one second he helps you kill your enemy, and the next second you will be killed because of the transfer the enemy made before his death. And was killed.

No professional ethics at all.

Ordinary professional killers will not take orders from their own clients.

But Deadshot's reputation didn't

"The Joker has been imprisoned in the deepest level of the asylum from beginning to end, where he is the only one..."

"Oh my God! Mr.J must have been lonely all these years. He needs my company."

Hearing this, Harley's mood changed again, and she was almost crying.

"I didn't accompany him when he needed it most. No wonder he didn't want to see me after he came out. Wow, wow, wow, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, Mr.J..."

Harley burst into tears.

Penguin: "..."

Black Mask: "..."

Deadshot: "..."

Bain: "..."

scarecrow:"……"

"So, when did Mr. J leave the asylum?"

Several people looked at each other and then said in unison.

"we do not know……"

"There's no one around here. Make sure it's safe and come up."

Gotham, an uninhabited beach near Miller Harbor.

A black and white puppy suddenly climbed onto the shore from the sea. It first looked around, and then sniffed everywhere on the beach with its nose.

After confirming that no one was nearby, Charlie shouted into the sea.

"Phew, you almost choked me to death."

We saw McGison, wearing a diving suit, swimming ashore from below the sea surface, taking a few deep breaths of air.

Yes, he swam directly from New York to Gotham with Charlie not long ago.

After all, you can't take transportation, nor can you use hang gliders, and the teleportation distance is too short.

It would be nice if he could become invisible, but it's a pity that McGison doesn't have this kind of magic.

All in all, the easiest way is to just swim over.

It took a full four hours of swimming to reach the vicinity of Miller Harbor. Of course, normal humans would not be able to hold their breath for such a long time.

So before setting off, Magison made several magic charms that allowed him and Charlie to temporarily rely on their pores to suck air from the sea water, so that they would not drown.

Magison's current physical strength is very amazing. He can swim for four hours without feeling exhausted. However, Charlie often gets tired, and Magison will swim with him on his back.

When one person and one dog are about to arrive at the port, the effect of the magic talisman naturally disappears.

But they can't go directly from the port, because Miller Port has already been occupied by countless gangsters.

It's not possible if you don't go up here. Miller Harbor is the closest port from New York to Gotham in a straight line. It takes a lot of time to get ashore from other places.

McGison didn't have much time to spend, so he began to look for a relatively secluded location to go ashore near Miller Harbor.

Let Charlie go up to investigate the situation first, after all, no one would suspect a cute puppy.

Even if you hit an enemy, there won't be any problems.

In fact, this is already the third suitable location for landing that McGison has found.

If he couldn't find a suitable location, he would have to force his way into Miller Harbor.

"Get out of here quickly, the smell of someone is approaching here, you will see us in two minutes!"

Suddenly, Charlie's nose moved, and the patrol was about to arrive.

Hearing this, McGison immediately looked down and saw that the beach was covered with his and Charlie's footprints.

The remaining time was too late to remove the footprints.

Once this is seen, the news that an outsider has entered Gotham cannot be concealed.

"I can't control that much, so I can only try that method."

Without time to think about it, McGison picked up Charlie and ran out of the beach quickly.

More than a minute passed.

As soon as Magison stepped out of the beach, he quickly turned around and stretched out his hand towards the long series of footprints behind him.

"Restored!"

A magical scene happened.

All the footprints starting from Magison's feet and the footprints originally left on the beach disappeared, and the sand returned to a state where no one had stepped on it.

But only McGison's footprints disappeared, and Charlie's paw prints on the shore could not be erased.

Now we can only hope that the guys on patrol aren't so paranoid that they sound the alarm when they see a dog's paw prints.

Ten seconds later, a group of gangsters came over.

Magison and Charlie immediately hid behind the nearby container.

"Wait a minute, look, someone seems to have stepped on a lot of footprints there!"

Sure enough, someone discovered Charlie's paw prints as soon as they arrived.

"You two, go see what's going on."

The leader of the team spoke.

"I don't know how to explain it, but these don't look like human footprints..."

"Can you fucking explain clearly, what do you mean by footprints that don't look like human footprints? Are you trying to say that a Bigfoot ran onto our beach?"

The leader was a little unhappy with the ambiguous description given by his subordinates.

"Although it may be hard to believe, I am convinced that these are dog tracks."

The subordinate who just spoke continued.

"Why not a cat's?"

Another of his men with him asked rhetorically.

"No, no, no, I'm sure it belongs to a dog, because my grandma used to have many dogs, so I know."

"But don't you think these paw prints are too small? More like a cat's."

"Some breeds of dogs are smaller than cats, and you can't tell the difference between a cat and a dog by the size of their paw prints."

The subordinate who claimed that his grandma had raised many dogs talked eloquently, with a strong confidence blooming in his eyes.

"If you look carefully at these prints, can you see that there are sharp protrusions on each toe? This is only seen in dog prints, because cats retract their claws when walking, so the footprints left behind are generally just Leave the soles of the feet and toes..."

"You two idiots!"

The leader yelled at the two.

"I don't care if a stray cat or dog wanders onto the beach, we don't have time to pay attention to such small things!"

"Come back quickly and continue patrolling!"

Soon, the patrol disappeared from Magidson's sight.

"Charlie, let's leave now."